Virginia Military Institute - Bomb Yearbook (Lexington, VA)

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Battalion rQanixatton. Battalion Staif. F. A. Sullivan Lieutenant and Adjutant. J. B. Aykrs Lieutenant and Quartermaster. J. W. Hyatt Sergeant-Major. Co. A. Co. B. Co. C. Co. D. Safttains. G. A. Derbyshire. ' M. E. Locke. ' A. Moreno. ' J. C. Kent. ' S. G. Talbott. yirst iticutcnants. P. D. Ewing. ' W. D. Scott. ' W. L. Zimmer. Second lieutenants. William Wood. ' J. K. Payne. ' H. S. Ervay. ' W. M. Gwin. ' C. Rice. ' Jfii-st Sergeants- C. H. Minge. A. J. Pizzini. E. Biscoe. Sergeants. F. Z. Brown. G. D. Brooke. W. B. Montgomery. ' R. A. P. Walker. ' L. A. Robinson. ' G. P. Craigliill. C. Taylor. L. A. Robertson. ' W. A. Blackford. ' - H. L. Jordan. ' ' D. M. Bernard. ' G. H. Esser. J. M. Luke. C. R. Howard. ' - R. B. Poague. A. D. P. Janney. CHorporats. G. C. Marshall. ' C. C. McCabe L.T.Nelson. ' R. S. Hartz. W. K. Baskerville. E. L. Cannon. L. A. Britton. ' H. B. Castleman. ' T. S. Carter. ' C. L. McGhee. ' - M. B. Christy. ' ' J. B. Hudson. i6 A. E. Miller. = W. P. Patterson. G. W. Watson. ' R. W. Johnson. '

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miUiaru Staff. Captain H. E. Hyatt, Adjutant. Major Reid White, M. D., Surgeon. Colonel W. T. Poague. Treasurer and Military Storekeeper. Major F. W. Houston, Commissary and Quartermaster. Captain J. W. Gillock, Assistant Military Storekeeper. 15

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Wo CSencral SUipp- O golden-throated orators, Have you no word to say For erring youth so penitent, Who hang their heads to-day ; Who sorrow for a night of sport ; Beneath the millij ' -way ? O Fourth-of-July revelers, Grown old and gray with age. Have you no place to make for those Who scorned a captain ' s rage, And for one hour of happiness Nor draw the exile ' s wage? But hear the heardless youths that pray For mercy. Man forgets The tears of youth when once his sun In western sky low sets ; Though age is but a step away From college and cadets ! Remember how the fires of youth Burned in your blood as hot ! E ' en though you fired no rockets from The barrack ' s chimnej ' -pot ! Nor fastened in your captain Till the fireworks were sot ! ' ' Remember those hegiras of The long, long years ago ! Ah ! some of them who played the games With happy hearts aglow. Now sleep in silent victory O ' er life ' s best fun, you know ! For they went not on barrack roof To shell the starry sky ! They marched up to the cannon ' s mouth And aimed full true and high ! Those heroes of New Market who Did for their country die ! So may the boys who braved disgrace For one brief hour ' s spree. With wanton fire-pops and squibs And dancing sparks of glee. Brave, sterner, cruel generals To keep their country free ! So may they face the Spanish gun. As did those boys of old. With clumsy Belgian rifles ; Their colonel (I ' ve been told) Cheer ' d lustily and joyously As blue smoke upward rolled. 17